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Ready or Not, Here I Come!
“See that knife, Y/N? I will make sure to have it buried in your throat.”
Nam-gyu’s words echoed through your ears, leaving you with a wave of terror to lick your spine. Before the guards separated the blue and red teams, so the game of Hide and Seek could start, you vividly remember his brown eyes settling on you. He had a mischievous smirk plastered on his lips, and you understood right away that if that man caught you in his claws, it would be game over for you.
He won’t have mercy on you like he didn’t have when he murdered Se-mi, player 380.
That’s why, before the game began, you pleaded to switch teams with someone from the red team. Forcing yourself to ignore how that deviant’s eyes kept slithering over you from afar, you kept on begging the players to change teams. But unfortunately, as you had predicted, no one wanted to be in your position.
So now, as you passed through the dim halls and kept unlocking doors with trembling limbs, your frustration kept on growing like ravenous flames. Your desperation to find the exit and save yourself from Nam-gyu’s psychopathy slowly evoked your heart to beat so loudly that your ears grew weary of hearing your pulse. Because let's be honest, your fear made you sloppier.
You kept missing the keyhole, or you tried to unlock doors that were already open. And if you were too busy checking over your shoulder in case that asshole trailed you from behind, you ended up walking the same corridors over and over again.
You were losing it.
The speakers continued to announce every elimination from the blue team and who had passed from the red one. Up until now, there was no mention of player 124, Nam-gyu, and you contemplated whether that man was really in search of you or if he was hunting someone else. Though something in your gut was telling you to have your ears perked up and your footfalls to be as light as a feather. In simple words, it was a warning for you to always be on guard.
Nam-gyu hated you. It was crystal clear as the bright daylight.
He despised you the moment you paired with Se-mi, rather than with him and Thanos. Before Se-mi died, you always found Nam-gyu throwing daggers at you from afar, and when you crossed paths, he always made sure to bump his shoulder against yours roughly. Perhaps his brutal nature was because he didn’t have a player with a weaker mindset or a far from weaker aplomb on his team. He needed someone incapable of fueling his ego.
Or maybe he was envious of both of you for drawing Thanos’ attention without demanding it. That guy was such a bootlicker over that rapper only because he needed that pills to calm his jittering nerves. Without them, he was nothing, nor did his personality have anything unique to offer. Only Thanos seemed to enjoy his company, and when he finally died, Nam-gyu’s demeanor had changed completely.
He was more snappish than before.
You kept on running without daring to make a sound. Under the ceiling, which was full of yellow stars, you passed the dim corridors without any chance of bumping into the door that was the exit. Your luck today was nowhere in sight, and you almost paled at the thought of losing your life just like Nam-gyu had threatened. Bile rose at the back of your throat as the imagination of having a knife buried in your jugular vein and him above you… Peering down at you and the gleam of pleasure shining in his dark orbs. You puff your cheeks and your chest deflates with an exhale.
Attempting to calm your breathing, you take a sharp turn. Instantly, a blast of pain shoots through your nose as you bumped into a warm wall of muscles, and you stumbled backwards as you lost your balance.
In front of you, it wasn’t Nam-gyu as you expected, but another player from the blue team. He was trembling from head to toe just like you, clearly frightened; thus, when he stared down at your tracksuit where you wore the blue T-shirt, hope gleamed on his features. Before you could withdraw, he snatched you from your wrist and, with such momentum, he pulled you towards him. With his other hand, he pinched your key and laughed in triumph. “You have the last key! You have the key!” He squealed. “Oh, thank god!”
If you weren’t in danger, you would have protested since the moment the unknown player touched you. But at this precise moment, all you could think is that maybe this is your only chance to survive. Perhaps the players of the opposite team would hear his screams and would try to eliminate him first, giving you plenty of time to break into a spread. You thought for a while that you could use him as your shield, and maybe his act of craziness is due to the fact that he found the exit.
The unknown player kept on pulling you (or better, dragging you), as his gaze most of the time was on you as if he couldn’t believe whether you were real or not. All the while, he was mumbling, “You have the key… You must follow me!”, and you pondered if your decision was, at the end of the day, wise at all. Despite the corner of your mouth turning into a lopsided grimace and the urge to pry your hand away only seeming to fester, you stood in silence, praying that the hall you were running into wasn’t the place where your corpse would soon drop dead on the floor.
However, once both of you approach another turn, the berserk player swivels his head in your direction and, as his mouth attempts to open and exclaim another riddle… Nothing comes out. Instead, his eyes widened and his spine stiffened like a ruler.
And then it is when you notice a knife immersed in the side of his throat. A tall shadow looms behind him, and as you watch, horrified by how desperately the berserk player gasps for air, the sound of the speakers illuminates through the corridors:
“Player 177 has been eliminated.”
“Player 124 passed.”
You have fallen into the claws of the devil.
Just. Like. That.
With a quick swift, the knife has been released from the player’s neck, and crimson blood immediately paints your face. Coppery taste blooms at the tip of your tongue, yet you can’t process anything. You cannot retreat even when the player’s corpse falls at your feet, nor when his blood soaks your shoes red. It is as if roots had been grown from beneath you, keeping you locked into one position: Frozen and defeated.
Despite your instinct that kept on screaming at you to make a run for your life, your gaze solely wants to do its own thing. From where you watched the player fall on the ground with a hideous sound, now your eyes slithered upon your worst enemy.
Nam-gyu.
His own gaze remained on the dead body, a sinister smirk touching vaguely his lips. Dry blood and old bruises painted his own features, and his knuckles turned white at how tightly he held the dripping knife. He looked disturbingly elated as if killing someone filled him with vitality, and his chest rose with a satisfied pride. Cold sweat broke into the pores of your skin because that look on his face was the same reaction when he murdered the only person you felt secure with: Se-mi.
Finally, Nam-gyu locked eyes with you, and something darker shadowed his joyful expression.
“What a nice surprise to see you alive, Y/N.” He drawled, taking a step closer to you. “A part of me hoped to hear your number being eliminated, but seeing you here in the flesh evokes me to be all fired up. What do you say, are you ready to join that fucking cunt? Hmm, what was her name again… Ahhh, Se-mi, yeah.”
In other circumstances, you would have defended your friend, or if you were lucky enough, you would have kicked him in the crotch as a lesson for him not to run his mouth.
Yet, you do nothing.
You watch as he takes another step, his shoe stamping on the dead player’s back. He doesn’t smile, yet his posture isn’t in a position of striking you down with his weapon either. Nam-gyu merely intends to close your distance, and when he lowers his head to be on your height level – it is then that you take an inhale so sharp that your lungs burn.
His pupils are expanded from the drugs he previously consumed, and the scent of copper assaults your nose at how close he stood to you. He was drinking you in, his eyes trailing you from head to toe, and when his index finger skimmed lightly over a trail of blood on your cheek – you took notice that your knees barely kept you from collapsing down. You were shaking like a leaf, yet your muscles refused to obey and leave the lunatic behind.
Where his index finger was on you, now his tongue wrapped it between his lips. With a light suck, he sighed. “I believe this is the moment you make a run, sweetie. Though if you decide to give up so easily, I don’t mind either. Fewer players mean a higher chance for me to win.”
And as he aloft his hand ready to drive the knife right to your sternum, something forces you out of your freezing state. Your fight or flight mode kicks in, and before the pointed metal can meet your flesh, you retreat quickly enough that you feel the swoosh of the weapon as it cuts the air in half.
You don’t wait for him to regain his bearings and make another move. You simply face him with your back, and you run in the opposite direction as fast as your system allows.
Behind you, Nam-gyu burst into laughter.
“Keep running bitch! As if you could ever escape from me!”
This time, you avoid every door that you meet in your way since checking if it is unlocked will only eat up your time, and Nam-gyu is already on your tail. You only pray to have enough stamina until the game ends, or as you take every sharp turn to run further into the labyrinth of the rooms, Nam-gyu would eventually lose you from his peripheral vision.
As both of you were playing a sickening game of Cat and Mouse, screams from other players bloomed on your path. The whole scene was straight out of a horror movie, as the players' shrieks and cries for help were reminiscent of places where there was only chaos and madness. Between your desperation to escape, you pondered if you would be yourself after that round. You wondered if you could keep going after all these or if your sanity would crack once and for all.
But as you took a sharp turn to the left, everything in your mind suddenly ceased.
There was a dead end with one door down the only hall you could escape from.
“Ready to give up?”
Behind you, Nam-gyu stops on his tracks – his breathing casual as if he hadn’t chased you minutes ago. He wipes the blood from his knife on the sleeve of his tracksuit, his gaze downcast as if he were certain that you wouldn’t attempt another try to flee away.
Pinching the edge of your necklace to feel the key between your fingers, you stammered. “I-I would rather fight until my last breath than throw myself to you.” And not giving him the chance to act or reply, you bolt to the door – the key in a position to insert readily through the keyhole.
Yet when you attempt to unlock the door, you notice that your key cannot fit inside the lock. Soon, the realization dawned on you, and you noticed that the keyhole had the shape of a triangle, while yours had a circle.
Panic weighs you down, and without daring to look behind you, your hands balled into fists and began hitting the door, wailing for someone to get you out. Tears sprang into your eyes, blurring your vision altogether.
You were a mess. Emotionally and physically.
Fingers soon run through your greasy hair, and from the roots, they force your nape to crane back – a hiss of pain falling from your mouth. Nam-gyu grabbed a fistful of your hair, and his lips brushed feathery against your sweaty neck. He had you pinned against the door, his front colliding with your back.
When the knife grazed your cheek as a sign to silence you, your screams of help had been quieted down. Instead, you were only left with the allowance to shake in terror.
“Nam-gyu, please…”
“Already begging for mercy?” He puled, causing gooseflesh to skate down your spine. His whole personality was switching so quickly that you feared that if you didn’t meet his expectations, there wouldn’t be any other miracle. From where he was cocky, he was a giggling-mess and then back to his clinical self. He was unpredictable since Thanos died, and one thing you were sure about was that you didn’t want to find out what secrets dwelt between those two for making Nam-gyu be wrecked whole. “You said you would fight, but you never resisted me… You never pushed me back. Though I like that version of yours… So obedient. Are you like this for other things too?”
When you don’t answer, he snickers – his hot breath fanning the side of your throat. “It’s okay if you don’t want to give a response. I’m gonna find it out one way or another.” His hips thrust into the gap of your arse and instantly you gasp in surprise. You try to squirm from his embrace, but as the knife digs deeper into your cheek, your every fiber freezes. “Have you ever wondered why I killed your friend, Y/N? Have you ever wondered why I picked her as my target when I could have assassinated someone of my size? It’s because that fucking cunt didn’t know when to shut her mouth. Always so bossy, so uppish… God, just the reminder of her existence makes me all riled up. However, you, Y/N… You are different.”
“Unlike that bitch, you were so fragile. My cock couldn’t give me a break after I first noticed you in the games – always my fist being wrapped around it and your name to swirl inside my head and on my tongue. I wanted you in my team, Y/N. I wanted to have you right by my side, and once the lights went down, I imagined ways of fucking you dumb. But how silly of you, you trusted her over me.”
Nam-gyu kept on grinding from behind you, the swell of his dick twitching inside his pants. You were a crying mess – constantly debating who to defend first. You wanted to appear brave for your friend and strong for yourself; therefore, his words evoked your body to be separated from your mind. Your brain kept on telling you to twist your body from his embrace and fight your way out like every sensible person would do, yet your body was frozen into place, savoring Nam-gyu’s perverseness.
You couldn’t believe in yourself when you felt your pussy slowly getting wet at the thought of Nam-gyu taking you against your own will. In a life-or-death situation, it didn’t matter to your body anymore if that weapon, instead of your cheek, would be buried somewhere else. No. It wanted to get a screw, and he was smart enough to take heed also.
“My, my, was our Y/N a hypocrite all along?” Shame flushed in your face when he released your head, only to flip you over and forcefully push your back against the door. The knife that was in your cheek now was under your chin, and he kicked your legs open so his knee could be placed between them. He could feel the heat from your center and you despised how the sick fuck didn’t allow you to hide away but only to stare at him. “Truthfully, I still recall vividly your hatred towards me. I remember how you stared at me so disgustingly with your partner Se-mi, and always criticizing me and Thanos. Back then, I was a little disappointed that my little crush hated me so bad; though now I pondered if you only did that to conceal your own feelings that you developed for me.”
“I was never a hypocrite! In fact, if I had the chance, I would kill you! I WOULD HAVE KILLED YO-”
A hand appeared from the corner of your eyes, and the next thing was your head being whipped to the side. Nam-gyu had slapped you so brutally that your head felt as if it had been spinning since forever. You even struggled to work your jaw as the skin of your cheek was pulsating.
“Spare me with your bullshit, honestly. If my dick wouldn’t stop irritating me to fuck your tight hole, you would be already dead.” His eyes look up, and as he clicks his tongue at the roof of his mouth, he continues. “Time is running out, and since I’m a gentleman, I won’t bruise your dignity too much. Kneel.”
It took you a couple of seconds to let his words sink in. “W-what?”
“You stupid bitch, are you deaf? Get down on your knees.”
And with his other hand, he pushes you from your shoulder onto the floor.
The realization dawns on you almost immediately.
When your gaze falls from Nam-gyu to the knife and back to him, he smirks as if he wasn’t about to snap seconds ago. His eyes narrowed, a lustful gleam sparking in his dark orbs. The maniac sadist was getting off with your embarrassment, but how your body jittered in terror was driving him to the edge. He could live with just watching you being scared. “Take it as an exchange. Use your mouth as my cum hole, or just get killed. I really don’t care what choice you would prefer. Both work to my favor.”
You were astonished. Scared. And most of all, ashamed.
In other circumstances, you would have attempted another escape, yet when you heard a scream somewhere close to where both of you were, you had already made your decision. Trying to ignore the hideous sound of the player being stabbed, and soon after, the speakers announcing their elimination, you wipe your tears and breathe through your nose as an attempt to calm down.
When your hands reached the waistband of his pants, your limbs had turned jelly.
Nam-gyu took notice that you had been paralyzed to the marrow, and to save you from further embarrassment, he did most of the work. Using one hand to free his penis from his pants, the other (the same one that was holding the blade) grazed your bottom lip as a sign for you to open your mouth.
For a second, you wanted to turn your head away, but you quickly remembered in what position you were in. So, swallowing your pride, until it reached the bottom of your belly, your gaze fell on his swollen cock.
You try to ignore the big size of it and how erect it looked. Like an obedient little spawn of his, you part your lips, and as his pre-cum tip slices through your tongue – you fight with how your body shudders at the taste. Even your cunt clenches around nothing as if it craved to be filled with his hard dick instead of your mouth.
Allowing you to take the initiative, his free hand once again grabbed a fistful of your hair and threw his head back like he was in pain. It was crystal-clear that he wanted with all his might to thrust all his length until it hit the back of your throat, yet for a weird reason, he went along with your waters.
What a gentleman, you thought ironically.
Hollowing your cheeks and loosening your jaw, you sucked the rest of him until your gag reflex kicked in. Despite your struggling not to get choked with his dick, you kept on sucking, licking, and sometimes bobbing your head – anything to make him finish quickly and for once to leave you off the hook.
Yet, when he groans and his legs lightly jerk at the sensation of your mouth, something snaps within you.
You moan.
It wasn’t audible enough, but the vibration travelled through his manhood nevertheless.
You recoil when his grip around your hair tightness and his eyes cast down to lock with yours. Whatever clemency was in him dissipated once he retreated his hip solely to drum all his length back inside your mouth. You choke once again – saliva and pre-cum leaving the corners of your mouth.
“You aren’t a hypocrite, you say, yet here you are, moaning like a bitch in heat around my cock.” He keeps it there, choking you until your eyes nearly bulge out. Your lungs burn at the lack of oxygen, and the psycho bastard doesn’t flinch, not even when your nails sink into the bare flesh of his thighs. Instead, he seems to get harder. “Your friend must be really proud of you lusting over a man who just murdered her. I’m painted with her blood, and you baby don’t even seem to care.”
He slides out enough for you to take a silver of a breath. And not giving you to take a proper inhale, he rams in again, more savagely than before.
Over. And over again.
Despite new tears welling up in your eyes, there is no mercy anymore for you. Either you are choking or scratching him to allow you some time to breathe, Nam-gyu doesn’t give a single fuck. He is punishing you with the reminder of betraying Se-mi. He knows that you secretly love it and waits for the moment for you to admit it.
But after what he declared, you just can’t.
You swallow whatever sound you want to make, and let him use you until his orgasm reach its peak.
Nam-gyu then closed his eyes and mewling out your name like an erotic call, something salty explodes inside your mouth. Once he pulls away, he immediately seals your mouth and pinch your nose.
“Dare to spit it out and you would be deep-throat with my blade.”
You are already lightheaded for not drawing a single breath all this while that you can’t do anything but obey. Swallowing down his load, Nam-gyu finally releases you and tack himself back to his tracksuit.
You whimpered when he kisses the corner of your mouth.
And when he plants one last kiss to your temple before departing for another kill with the time that remains, you know that in the next game you would do anything in your will to watch him die in front of your eyes.
Even if that means risking your own life.